Letter from Elizabeth Stoddard to Julia C Dorr
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Letter written by Elizabeth Stoddard to Julia C. Dorr, dated November 26, 1894.
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329 E 15th st Nov 26th 1894 Dear Julia I am glad to hear you are well, and willing to be a sojourner in the land - the possibility of life grown greater as we grow older, I think if I could go back thirty years, I should be like some bodys sister - "sublime, beautiful and paint in water colors". And it pleases me to say, that I never see your verse now, that it does not strike as being on a par with so much of the present verse, but far superior and Stoddard has perceived thy also - Your Fallow Field may rank with any poem here - I write very little - my last poem, a new departure, was in the May Atlantic Achilles in Orcus which my dear old boy admired much. Since I have seen you so little, there is a new combination in my life - Lorimer, who has already made himself known among his betters, and elders - this week, Mansfield is acting in his play of Napoleon Bonaparte in Boston, and this morning the papers noticing it have been sent me, and I judge that he had very great applause, cheered to the echo, called out at the end of every act. Had Lorimer been an experienced playwright he would not have constructed the play on the lives he has, instead of making it episodal, he would have made it concrete - He was severely criticized here, when it was brought out, but has been more fairly treated in Boston. Besides - Lorry made a contact to play himself the whole season on the road he was not able to rehearse, and im- prove it. He is making a success in the play of The Amazons. You see I am very egotistic for him. And how is your Harry who forsook letters for business. I hope he does not love money too much, all the same I wish I had some. We have one celebrity. Stoddard is the poorest literary man of note in America. Poor Emma [Lambarn ?] , her husband I fear never will be well She worried him so, that he had to go away and be with her sister. We jog on much in the old way - read, read - Thursday last we went to Philadelphia where Stoddard read his forth coming Christmas poem, before the Century Club. He has a way of his own, in reading which is very effective - but alas he is very blind, and when he get nervous, seems to lose his eye sight altogether, which makes me nervous and lost. Remember me to your handsome daughter - And believe me yours truly Elizabeth Stoddard this is a copy of a typed transcript of previous 4 pages
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